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Transcription:
"the angel of Life" pressing
the cup, to the lips of the
accepting, and despairing
victim, whence we must go
into the June day and roses[?]
for reassurrance. It is under-
stood at once, this book is
not to be like the other - there
is no joyous expectation of sweet
familiar blooms, or home
brewed delights, but an
apprehension of a fear or[?] a
little too much like reality,
in the shade, and life's
the cup, to the lips of the
accepting, and despairing
victim, whence we must go
into the June day and roses[?]
for reassurrance. It is under-
stood at once, this book is
not to be like the other - there
is no joyous expectation of sweet
familiar blooms, or home
brewed delights, but an
apprehension of a fear or[?] a
little too much like reality,
in the shade, and life's
